St. Tammany farmer. [volume] (Covington, La.) 1874-current, 1887-09-03

work and the quiet inward suffering Of
wounded pride had worn her out at
last. and At the last only had she
seemed to fully understand how and
why her son had acted As he did. and
with her parting breath she blessed him
and told him time would make things
all right.
As the stalwatt youth sat there.
wondering in his misery. to whom he
could apply for help. he heard the
tramp of horses on the road. He heard
them halt. There was a shout
Hello there! House."
Motioning the old negro woman.
their only servant for years, to 90 out
and see what was required he resumed
his moody silence and posture.
How long the woman had gone he
did not note, but she returned erect.
with the fire of wrath in her eyes.
"Ha! Massar Dug'l! Dat'er stuck up
Miss Jinnie'll sing fodder side'r mouf
fore long reckons. Dem dars Yankees.
an deys goin' ter cotch dat reb Ain
vote come sulkin' back yer. Dey didn't
jist know de road, but dun tell dem
de way. shur'
Then Dugal rose with his face white
with his rage; that woman had never
been nearer death than that moment
"You murderessr' he Kissed and
sprang for her. But he restrained
himself as she covered before him.
LET the dead bury the dead" he
muttered.
He gave her some directions as to
going for the one person on whom he
could depend. in case he did not return.
for paying the last service to that cold
clay that he left; then went and kissed
the lips of his dead mother and strobe
out into the darkness.
Swift as dear, quiet as . panther,
he made his way to the Dean
house by paths that would be in
accessible to cavalry. II Allen
were there, his plans were already
made. The friend Of his youth must
be in hiding. and Dugal knew the old
HOMESTEAD so thoroughly that he was
certain where to find him. He reached
the back of the house just as the troop
drew up before it. Quickly he climbed
on the roof of the ''lean-to." and
quietly he entered the little apartment.
A few rays of the moon showed him .
gaunt form stretched out upon . hastily
made bed on the floor. He knelt down
and put his hand upon the figure. In
an instant the man rose up. tried to
grapple with him. then fell back with .
groan.
"Anen. man! Allen. dear! It's me,
Dugal. Do nothing, say nothing. They
shall not take YOU"
There was = noise 1t the door. the
scream of an elder and the wild protest
ations of younger woman were min
gled with the gruff. firm voice Of man.
''We'n search the house. miss. and if
he amt here there's no harm done, but
search it we must and will"
Dugal was busy all this time, and as
Jennie with her frail body was trying
to bar the entrance of the officer and
his men. behind her appeared . figure
in butternut. ragged attempt at uni
form.
Don't harm my mother and sister,
will 60 with you," said the new arrival.
Jennie gave one glance and sank
senseless upon the noor; the old mother
was long since blind and SPECIFICS
from fright
Gladly the troops secured their pris-
oner and hurried away from such .
scene.
1t was early morning when they
reached the headquarters Of the COM
mand. The Colonel was . man who
had suffered much; he believed in war
of retaliation. He neither asked nor
gave quarter.
The prisoner was brought b 'ore him.
''Who are your"
'.Allen Dean"
''What regiment!"
tenth Alabama"
''What are you doing in our linesr"
'On . scout"
''Shoot him ut noon." WAS the quiet
but stern order given to the Lieuten-
ant, and the doomed man was marched
away.
Noon came; there was not time for
much prayer or question. and the nm
fortunate had made no sign.
The firing detail'' had been made.
troops were ranged about the prisoner
was brought from the tent used as .
guard house. and placed before IN open.
shallow grave.
Five minutes and all would b over.
A sorry looking mule came forcing
its way along the road. On it was .
young man who swayed from side to
side with weakness, and whose thin
cheeks burned with fever and excite
ment. So sudden and strange was his
appearance that he forced himself
through the line before interference
was thought Of. and tottering toward
the condemned he threw his arms about
him; then facing the troop. he cried:
Il am Allen Dean; I am . rebel
This is Dugal Moore. and true Union
man"
There was confusion, OF course.
There was inquiry. for the Colonel.
though hard. was just.
why did you personats this mani"
he asked.
He was my friend before the war"
HAS he . sister?' asked the shrewd
commander.
He has. sir" replied Dagal. and his
pale face blushed.
Il thought 80; there's always .
woman in it." said the Colonel to him
sell, but he said NO more.